You would have thought that after growing up in an abusive household that I would have been more careful in my choices of men. I stayed with my sons' father and for about the 1st 8 mos of my sons life we had a good relationship. I was in heaven, I had someone who loved me and a child for me to care for. The void seemed less.
When my son was 8 weeks old we moved from NV-IN. We went through hell, no jobs, no one to help us.
When my son was about 8 mos old, his father and I got into an argument, he again hit me. This time doing more damage to my head and making me black out. This became an everyday occurrence. A few month later I left him and moved back to NJ with my family. I was not happy and decided to go back to him.
This honeymoon period lasted a few months. At this time I became pregnant again with my 2cnd child. We became homeless and ended up in a shelter. We then moved from IN-CA to be near his family again. I consider this the moment our life really went down hill. Being further from my family and closer to his was torture. He had me where he wanted me, he beat me daily. I held on, for my kids. I made things seem like we were alright. I lost all friendships because of his controlling behavior. I would spend another year of torture with him.
On December 18th, 2002 my life was almost ended by his hands. I was in the living room talking to a friend. My little girl just over a yr old holding onto my leg, my son just 3 yrs old asleep in the bedroom with his father for a nap. Out of nowhere he came out of the bedroom and wrapped his arm around my neck, strangling me. He did not let go until I was unconscious then he dropped me on top of my 1 yr old baby. I was unconscious for a while, and when I came to he was in the closet burning our clothing. I think he thought he killed me and was going to burn out apartment. I crawled into the kitchen to find the phone cord cut. I went into the kids room to look for an old phone we let them play with. I was able to call 911. I did not know that my friend had grabbed my kids and took off to a neighbor and already called 911.
After the police arrived, he admitted what he did and smiled right at me from outside while he was handcuffed. I was taken to the hospital and observed for a few hours and then sent home. Most of the time between that day and January 3rd when I moved myself and my children to MD are a blur.
He was charged with Domestic Assault, Child Endangerment and Obstruction of Justice. They dropped the assault charges and he got 3 yrs probation and 90 days in jail. I did not have to testify. I have not seen him since his arrest.
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